Parenting teenagers is exhausting. HostileWit addresses parenting pseudo neuro-typical girls and a son on the autism spectrum with a side of seizure disorder. The children are equal parts maddening and astonishing. Let’s share parenting triumphs and family idiocy together.
A Mermaid Tail for Blair Blair has been savagely begging the last week for her one and only wish she’s ever had in her whole entire life that would make her childhood complete. She is dispirit (sic), I say DISPIRIT to get one! How am I going to pull a mermaird (sic) tail out of […]More
I love a well-executed Children’s Birthday Party. The twins turned eight a few days ago (“I forget what eight was for…”) so we were overwhelmed all weekend with birthday festivities. Birthdays do not wait for swollen balls, I’m afraid. Husband, Stephanie (anxious to pay back my bathing suited carcass outing a few weeks back at her daughter’s birthday […]More
One year I’d like to be like some folks you know who just have the holidays appear Christmas morning. Presents materialize from do-gooder yuletide aliens. Winter Fairies leave perfectly wrapped gifts with juicy silver bows. Trunk monkeys with jingle bells do all the grocery shopping and pre-holiday food preparations. Someone else thinks to have enough toilet […]More
Autism Parenting during Holidays Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em. This will sound strange to those who have neuro-typical children, but the last few years we have been working with my son Devlin in therapy to teach him how to respond to Christmas traditions. On the one hand, our holidays are filled with […]More
Up Next: Orthodonture I broke Rowan out of school this week to take her to her first orthodontist appointment. I can’t think of the orthodontist without thinking about Raising Arizona. Meddling friend Dot to aspiring mother Edwina McDunnough: “He’s gotta have his dip-tet, honey. You started his bank accounts yet?” “Have we done that? We gotta do […]More
I drove the family past an enormous sand pile and an idea blossomed in my head. I excitedly squealed, “Who wants to play king of the mountain?!”More